"Orlike a miscarriagewhich is discarded,I would not be, As infantsthat neversawlight.
I should have beenas thoughI had not been,Carriedfrom wombto tomb.'
Orwith princeswho had gold,Who were fillingtheir houses[with] silver.
"Therethe wickedceasefrom raging,And therethe wearyare at rest.
[Let them be] as a snailwhich meltsawayas it goesalong, [Like] the miscarriagesof a womanwhich neverseethe sun.
Beforeyour potscan feel[the fire of] thornsHe will sweepthem awaywith a whirlwind,the greenand the burningalike.
But better[off] thanbothof them is the one whohas neverexisted,whohas neverseenthe evilactivitythat is doneunderthe sun.
Ifa manfathersa hundred[children] and livesmanyyears,however manythey be, but his soulis not satisfiedwith goodthingsand he does not evenhavea [proper] burial,[then] I say,"Betterthe miscarriagethanhe,
and lastof all,as to one untimely born,He appearedto me also.
